General Draco, now trembling with a fear he had never known, tried to flee on his horse. But the hero didn't let him. With a slight flick of his wrist, the hero manipulated the gravity around Draco's horse, making the animal feel as heavy as a mountain. The horse collapsed instantly, pinning Draco to the ground. The hero approached him slowly, the tip of the Gravity Blade dragging on the soil, leaving a trail of sparks.
"You said laziness was my curse," the hero said, his voice cold and hollow, sounding like it was coming from the depths of a grave. "But it was my mercy. I stayed lazy because if I ever worked, if I ever cared... the world wouldn't be able to handle it." He stood over the pinned general. Draco begged for mercy, offering gold, land, and even his own kingdom. The hero looked back at Laila's body, then back at Draco. "The only thing I want is the one thing you can't give back." Instead of a quick death, the hero increased the gravity on Draco's limbs one by one, making him feel the weight of his sins. The forest itself seemed to weep as the hero finally raised his blade for the killing blow. But just as the sword was about to descend, a faint, ghostly whisper echoed through the trees. It was Laila's voice, calling his name from the beyond. The hero froze, his glowing eyes flickering. Was there a way to bring her back, or was this the final descent into madness?